Gay Shrinking Stories: Hot Extracts from Shrink Files 1

Shrink Files 1–10 are the stories where ShrinkingMen began: cocky jocks cut down to size, gym gods grown into giants, little men worshipping big feet, and a muscle master with a very small slave. We've pulled all ten out of the archive and brought them back to life, with a brand-new cover for every issue, fresh illustrations inside, and three stories (Chad, Vape, Shrink, Feet and PharmaGrowth) completely rewritten.

They're also shrunk to fit any budget. Issue 1 is free, Issues 2–10 are 99p each, and Shrink Files Bundle 1 gets you all ten for £6.59.

Here are seven moments from the refreshed issues, each with one of the new illustrations. Expect spoilers, strong language and some very big men.

Shrinking Jock: the pink dumbbells

Shrink Files 1. Ethan has twenty-inch arms, an ego to match and no idea that a secret potion is shrinking him. Today's gym session is not going to plan.

Ethan, the shrinking jock, struggles with pink dumbbells while Joe, a huge bearded bodybuilder, smirks beside him and gym-goers laugh

He picked up the pink dumbbells, their light weight almost comical in his hands. Even these felt substantial now. With growing desperation, he began a set of bicep curls, using all his remaining strength to execute the movement properly.

From across the gym, he heard a snicker. Then another. Eyes burning with humiliation, he continued the exercise, watching his once-impressive arms struggle with weights designed for elderly women's fitness classes.

Joe appeared beside him again, his massive presence now almost overwhelming. Had Joe always been this much taller than him? Ethan could have sworn they were closer in height before.

"I think you should head to the locker room," Joe said quietly, his deep voice carrying a note of something Ethan couldn't quite identify. Was it concern? Amusement? "Take a shower, clear your head."

Ethan glanced up (definitely up now) at Joe's face and saw an intensity in the bigger man's eyes that sent an unexpected shiver down his spine.

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Chad: oil, a gym key and a ten-foot giant

Shrink Files 2. Chad Maddox, the cockiest personal trainer at Iron Republic, has grown to ten foot three. Sam, the quiet guy he never used to look at, has the gym key and a bottle of massage oil.

Sam kneels to massage the oiled, ten-foot Chad, who lies face down across two gym benches with his huge bare feet hanging off the end

His feet hung off the end of the bench. Each one was nearly as long as my arm, broad and high-arched, and when I finally reached them he went quiet in a way that told me more than any groan. I took one in both hands and pressed my thumbs into the sole, and he curled his toes, slowly, like a big cat flexing its claws.

… He rolled over. It took him a while, and the benches groaned under him. When he was on his back he reached down, lifted me by the waist as easily as I'd pick up a cat, and set me on his chest.

I sat there, on the slope of those vast pectorals, with his heart beating under me like a bass drum. His hand covered my whole back. I could smell the oil and the sweat on him …

"Tell me I'm the biggest man you've ever seen," he said.

"You're the biggest man anyone's ever seen."

He smiled, slowly, and pulled me down towards his face. His mouth was enormous and warm, and he kissed me the way he did everything else: as if nobody had ever told him there was any reason to hold back.

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Vape, Shrink, Feet: size eleven

Shrink Files 4. One breath of Samuel's experimental vapour has shrunk Patrick, the university's six-foot-four rugby star, to two foot nine. And Patrick is finding out he likes it.

Patrick, shrunk and kneeling on the rug, rubs the bare feet of Samuel, who lounges on the sofa with his hands behind his head

"Take my socks off," said Samuel. "Then make yourself useful."

Patrick peeled the first sock off. Then the second. And then, as Samuel watched with growing fascination, he hesitated with the second sock still in his hand, lifted it slowly to his face and breathed in. … He breathed in again, deeper, and his eyes fluttered half-closed. "God. It's just. Everything's bigger. The smell's bigger. You're bigger."

"Go on," said Samuel. His voice came out rough. "Feet."

… After a while, lazily, Samuel lifted his right foot off the stool and laid the sole against Patrick's face.

Patrick went still. Samuel pressed, gently: the ball of his foot against Patrick's forehead, his toes curling over the top of his head, his heel resting against that strong, stubbled chin. The whole of Patrick's face disappeared under it. Samuel felt him breathe in, slow and deep, through his nose.

Then he felt Patrick's hands come up and hold the foot there.

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PharmaGrowth: the boss's bonus

Shrink Files 5. Noah Friedman is twenty-three, fresh out of Harvard and working late on his first day, when his boss Chuck tries the company's secret prototype: a growth drug made for cattle.

Chuck, now a giant shirtless muscle boss in a red tie and ripped suit trousers, flexes while Noah stretches up to measure his bicep with a tape measure

"Hurry the fuck up," Chuck barked, and I jumped and hurried. "Grab my arm. Go on. Try and get your hand round it."

He flexed his right arm, and I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his bicep, and they didn't even get halfway. It was like trying to hold a watermelon in one hand.

"Weak," Chuck said, looking down at me. "Pathetic. Look at those little hands."

Without warning he put one enormous hand on the back of my head and pushed my face between his gigantic pecs. … I inhaled the smell of his expansive, sweaty chest, salt and musk and the last ghost of his cologne, and I was intoxicated by it, by the sheer hyper-masculine weight of him pressing against my face.

He shifted me a few inches to one side, so that my mouth was level with his right nipple, swollen and stud-hard at the centre of a pec as broad as a dinner plate. I licked it. He growled. So I took it in my mouth and sucked on it, slowly at first and then greedily, and he let out a long, low groan and wound his fingers into my curls.

"That's it," he rumbled. "That's my good little Harvard man. Look at you. Look how small you look."

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Power Play: six inches tall

Shrink Files 6. A seven-foot, tattooed bodybuilder walks into the state prison. As part of his processing, he's shrunk to six inches tall, in front of the guard he used to tower over.

A six-inch prisoner in an orange jumpsuit shouts up from a table at the giant guard, who leans over him beside an open sports bag

"Step out of the device and onto the platform provided, please."

The prisoner slowly opened his eyes and it took a few seconds for them to adjust to the bright lights and new perspective. …

A pair of giant black leather boots, each taller than he now was, moved closer than he would have liked. The creases and cracks in the leather looked exaggerated and unreal. He threw his head back and looked up at the owner of those boots and was greeted by the sight of the once shorter and weaker guard grinning down at him from what felt like 60 feet above. He knew that he was the lowest of the low now, both literally and metaphorically. He was a criminal and he was a bug of a man, defenceless and at the mercy of giants who would now control him for at least the next ten years while he served his sentence.

"Get on the platform before we have a little accident," came the booming voice, followed by a deafening roar of a laugh and a threatening shuffle of a boot.

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Rise of the Muscle God: worship at the castle

Shrink Files 8. A week ago Eric Harrison was 5ft 11. Now he's hiding in a ruined castle in Wiltshire, and the first of his worshippers has come to meet him by torchlight.

A giant shirtless muscle god in torn trousers sits beside a ruined castle at night while a man with a torch and a small group carrying supplies look up at him

The latest rumours were that he was around 15 feet tall, so you can imagine my shock when I drove up to the castle and two massive feet and legs stepped in front of my car, illuminated by the headlights.

I stumbled out of the car, grabbing my torch from my glove compartment. I shone the torch up those huge legs, then kept going up and up, much higher than my head, until they merged with a massive muscular torso. In the interests of complete honesty, I should clarify that he was naked and that his impressive, long thick member made my breath catch in the back of my throat before I carried on climbing this statuesque physique with my torch beam. His torso was full of defined muscle: deep, thick abs, big heavy pecs. His shoulders were like massive rocks, sculpted from the earth itself.

… He moved his massive foot closer to me and told me to worship it to make him stronger. I did. His foot was bigger than I was and I started kissing and licking it and rubbing it with my tiny hands to please my new muscle god. I wanted, more than anything, to make him happy.

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Muscle Master, Shrunken Slave: lick my boot

Shrink Files 10. Aaron is a broke, straight-acting bodybuilder who has agreed to a paid muscle worship session with an eager fan called Simon. Simon is very, very into it.

Aaron stuck his foot out in front of Simon. His brown leather boots were a little dirty from the walk through puddles up the path.

"Lick my boot, bitch."

"My pleasure, Sir." No hesitation. Simon stuck his tongue out and began licking his size 12 boots hungrily, like someone had offered him an ice lolly on a hot summer's day.

Aaron chuckled and lifted his foot slightly, shoving his boot harder into the other man's face, and Simon couldn't get enough.

And that was when Aaron first noticed something was off. … It took a minute for him to work out precisely what it was. Simon was getting smaller.

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All ten stories, and what's in them

Shrinking Jock (Issue 1, free): Ethan has twenty-inch arms and an ego to match. One secret potion later, the biggest jock at university is shrinking, inch by humiliating inch. Shrinking, jocks and gym, humiliation, small penis humiliation, domination.
Chad (Issue 2, 99p): He was the biggest man in the gym, and he made sure everyone knew it. Then he found something that made him bigger still. Muscle worship, muscle growth, giants, shrinking, feet.
Bodybuilder Cucked (Issue 3, 99p): He was the biggest, cockiest man in Little Creek. His girlfriend has decided it's time he found out how it feels to be small. Shrinking, cuckolding, small penis humiliation, giants, muscle worship.
Vape, Shrink, Feet (Issue 4, 99p): One breath of mint-flavoured vapour, and the biggest man on campus has to look up at him. Shrinking, tiny men, foot worship, smoking hunks, alpha humiliation.
PharmaGrowth (Issue 5, 99p): His first day at a New York drug company, and his new boss has a little something to show him after hours. Muscle growth, giants, muscle worship, small penis humiliation, office domination.
Power Play (Issue 6, 99p): He walked into the state prison seven feet tall. He left it in a guard's sports bag. Shrinking, prison, tiny man, muscle worship, power exchange.
Shrunk in Space (Issue 7, 99p): Two strangers wake early on a starship, and something in the dark out there starts granting wishes. The jock and the genius, the giant and the little guy, start trading places. Shrinking, growth, role reversal, small penis humiliation, space sci-fi.
Rise of the Muscle God (Issue 8, 99p): A week ago he was 5ft 11. Now he's forty feet tall, and the men of Wiltshire are queuing up to worship him. Muscle growth, giants, muscle worship, foot worship, vore hints.
Beta Boss (Issue 9, 99p): He was the biggest, richest man in the building. One flash of light later, he was the smallest. Shrinking, mind control, alpha and beta, small penis humiliation, feet.
Muscle Master, Shrunken Slave (Issue 10, 99p): He came for three hundred dollars and a plate of meatballs. The more he dominates his eager little fan, the smaller the fan gets. Muscle worship, shrinking, foot worship, boot licking, tiny in hand.

Where to start

New to Shrink Files? Start with Shrinking Jock. It's free.
Into muscle worship? Go for Chad, PharmaGrowth and Muscle Master, Shrunken Slave.
Here for the feet? Vape, Shrink, Feet and Rise of the Muscle God.
Want the lot? Shrink Files Bundle 1 is all ten for £6.59, less than the price of a pint.

Want more after that? The rest of the Shrink Files series runs to nearly sixty issues, and our guide to gay shrinking stories will point you to the next one.

Frequently asked questions

What are the Shrink Files?

Shrink Files is ShrinkingMen's series of illustrated gay size-fetish stories: shrinking, giants, muscle growth, muscle worship and plenty of humiliation. Issues 1–10 are the originals that started the series.

What's new in the refreshed Shrink Files 1–10?

Every issue has a brand-new cover and new illustrations inside. Chad, Vape, Shrink, Feet and PharmaGrowth were rewritten and expanded, and every issue was proofread and laid out again.